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[21] Escude latest
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Posted Sunday, August 11, 2002 by tb:
Apparently Rennes won't do a deal
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[20] Roy: I've never been to the Priory
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Posted Sunday, August 11, 2002 by tb:
I've decided I don't want to go through it all any more. At the moment, it's me
looking at myself. I don't want to go down the road of rage counsellingnot yet,
anyway.
There's been a lot of speculation because I live up by The Priory.
I walk my dogs on a pathway past there. But United used a sports psychologist, Bill
Beswick. He's not everybody's cup of tea but I really enjoy it.
But it's no good getting to 32 and thinking, Now I'll drink water and eat salad'.
It's too late. The horse has bolted. But there is fear there. I've had a knee problem,
a hip problem. These things catch up with you if you are not doing the right things.
I won't kid people by putting a halo over my headthey'd know better anyway. I am not
teetotal.
The pilot light is still on and I'm not saying I'll never have a night out again. But
for the benefit of my family and my career, I try to live the good life.
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[19] Roys rehab work
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Posted Sunday, August 11, 2002 by tb:
I had my right leg propped on a bar stool.
Then my mobile rang. It was a newspaper reporter asking, How's it going? You're
putting in the work, I hear'.
The gaffer told the first team I was banned from their Christmas party, he said.
Any player caught drinking with me would be fined two weeks wages.
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[18] So that's what he said
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Posted Sunday, August 11, 2002 by tb:
Roy on Haaland
We had a Saturday game, away to Leeds, and I was in no shape at all, he writes. I
had the nightmare I deserved.
Five minutes from time, I lunged at him in desperation.
I knew it would mean a booking but it. As I slid in, my studs caught the turf
and I heard my cruciate ligament snap.
Some three years on, I still hadn't forgotten him, he writes. Now it was Man City
at home, his new club, fighting relegation.
I waited until five minutes from the end. I ing hit him hard. I think the ball
was there. Take that, you '. I didn't even wait for the ref to show the red card.
I turned and walked toward the dressing room.
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[17] Roy on his refuelling habit
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Posted Sunday, August 11, 2002 by tb:
I was enjoying spectacular sessions. I wasn't found wanting in the drinking stakes
and developed a routine that revolved around it. After a game on Saturday the team
would gather at the Four Seasons Hotel where I was staying and the session would begin
in an Irish bar called Mulligans.
When the bar closed we would move on to a nightclubit was 4am or later before I got
to bed.
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[16] Roy on the Henrys incident
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Posted Sunday, August 11, 2002 by tb:
From his Autobiography:
My only responsibility was some treatment with our physio to get me right for
Saturday's FA Cup Final...then a session with the lads.
After a few midday drinks in The Griffin, Keane was well on his way. I've eaten
nothing, haven't had much sleep. I'm glowing, he said, reliving the day.
Time to meet the rest of the lads. We'd arranged a night out to celebrate our win.
Ryan Giggs and Nicky Butt are looking for victims' to wind up. Gary Neville is
talking. Peter Schmeichel is posing and boring the a**e off people. Dwight Yorke is
bubbling with humour and mischief, Teddy Sheringham is being cool.
Quiet men like Dennis Irwin and Paul Scholes are coming out of their shells. We
decide to move from Mulligan's Bar to Henry's, a smart bar.
I'm talking to Ryan when a woman asks if we'll buy her a drink. We blank her but she
persists, now backed up by another woman and a man.
The guy asks, Aren't you going to buy the girls a drink, you w***er?' Most people in
the public eye learn to handle strangers. I don't have those skills.
And with drink taken, common sense isn't my strong suit. P*** off and leave us
alone,' I said. Why don't you p*** off? Who the do you think you are?' says the
woman.
A glass flies, hitting me just below the eye. I lunge at the guy and all hell breaks
loose. What follows is a blur.
Police arrived, lights flashing. I'm in the back of a police van. I explained what
happened at the police station but after nine hours on the tear I didn't make a
convincing witness. They put me in a cell.
My first thought was for Theresa
